[Pos]On my way, to the discoYou know the club, Maseo was rocking rub that nightMidnight to four, name at the doorBut the whole crew I can get in as wellSo I got on my cell, called my nigga C. SmithLet this be a jam that we need not missYeah I'm already en route, no doubtMight even jump up on the micTo make sure that this party's turned outAnd we some punctual types, on time, look for the lineTo stand we find girls screaming the bluesMiscellaneous shoes everywhereYo Mase, what happened here?(Go Brooklyn!) Yo Brooklyn, why y'all know the rulesBump ? people and out come the toolsAin't been a fair fight since the creation of crewsAnd that's why them dudes hearts all pumpedDone closed the club down,Cause one of they niggas got jumpedJump, jump, jump to it!Uh-huh, you heard the hookNo matter you Braveheart or shookYou can catch a bottle from the right, tap to the leftKicks to the mids relieving you of breathI seen it done sloppy, seen it organizedSome saw it coming and for others it was SURPRISECatch a swollen eye and blood loss, courtesy of theJump, jump, jump to it!Jump, jump, jump to it!

[Dove]Yo! When they put the contracts out, bats and chairs includedChicks can get into it, 'specially pretty broadsMy New York City dogs seem to master the artWhen you hear the (whoo!) that's when the bullshit'll startIt only takes a second less you got on iceJust for wearing your chain in they club, they'll beat you twiceServed with fried rice, you get a can of whoop assMy only advice is don't fall and book assFor the nigga who slip, don't fall in a positionWhere your lip'll catch a hickie (girl they'll fuck your mascara)Shoot, go and ask Tara, just for having good hair

Man they left her ass cute, pulled it dead out the roots It's never one or two of 'em, they heading out in troopsTimbos, hoodies loose over jumpsuitsWaiting for the first vic to disrespectCatch a double-dutch rope around your neck in the midst of theJump, jump, jump to it! [Repeat: x4]

[Pos]It's schematically plotted out to break hearts and bodiesAnd ya best believe we came to partyDon't cause trouble but still can find double the crewAgainst you and your peeps and leap-like-frogs on yaFor reasons like - not in the right part of townActing like you wore a crownSome occasions long and mean to earn the rightTo throw signs wearing only one color schemeAnd being positive is no exclusionThat's an illusion, you can still catch contusionsFor flossing your hard-earned shineI'm talking games ? the longestThen it's some other niggas timeYou'll get beat out of your mind just for rageShit my black ass almost got pulled off stageJust for holding it down on the mic, you could be talking,Black people unite, and still catch a lump from theJump, jump, jump to it! [Repeat: x4]

[Maseo]Yo, it's this joint, called the art of getting jumpedWe had to put this one on the album why know?Yeah, this is dedicated To them punk motherfuckers out in GermanyThat Turkish gang that jumped me up in the fucking clubTried to knock me senselessThey just couldn't get me thoughThat's why I second round outside on 'emPull out some fucking guns, punk bastardsAnd that's why my ass was hiding under the bridge